Gypsy speaks prophetic words:

"Magnificent Mistress of Doom,
Amazing grace, brute legacy,
Deceased dame climbed from barren tomb,
Alive again, she must consume,
Mortal souls, rich delicacy,
Sustenance for her devilry."

Silence ensues. "What?!" Tanya Danielle finally demands. "I ask you for a prediction regarding my upcoming fight and you pump up my opponent to sound like she's some type of otherworldly avenger. This broad is just a circuit wrestler like me.. why are you trying to fill my head with such nonsense?" Angrily Tanya flounces from the fo...

Gypsy speaks prophetic words:

"Magnificent Mistress of Doom,
Amazing grace, brute legacy,
Deceased dame climbed from barren tomb,
Alive again, she must consume,
Mortal souls, rich delicacy,
Sustenance for her devilry."

Silence ensues. "What?!" Tanya Danielle finally demands. "I ask you for a prediction regarding my upcoming fight and you pump up my opponent to sound like she's some type of otherworldly avenger. This broad is just a circuit wrestler like me.. why are you trying to fill my head with such nonsense?" Angrily Tanya flounces from the fortune teller's tent, regretful that she paid the old gypsy any money at all.

A week later, trapped in a crushing Amazonian embrace, Tanya begins to realize that the wizened gypsy may indeed have accurately predicted the future. Or did she predict the past? Time melts away as the Amazon seems to suck the very life out of Tanya's body, career and soul..